Bad Piggies And Angry Birds Novels & Stories

“You f*cking birds, are you all blind? How could you not know who I am, huh? Just you wait, I’ll rip all your feathers and intestines out, then make you into a barbeque skewer…” Pigsy seemed well-versed in cursing. It was able to think of different types of insults in an instant. The Peacock Tribe had always been prideful. Hence, they figured that only lowly peasants would curse. They were at their limit when mocking Pigsy just a while ago, but Pigsy’s words took them aback. It was just way too insulting. None of them have ever experienced this at all. “Argh! I’ll just kill you off first!” one of the peacocks yelled and lunged at the pig demon.

As she got in the car, she shouted as she felt a searing pain in her nether region. Angel was deeply concerned and looked at her with her big black eyes. Angel stretched out her hand and pulled her arm. “Mommy, what’s wrong?” Carl closed the car door and walked toward the driver seat. Monique had to think fast. She raised her brows and said, “Nothing. A pig attacked me.” A pig attacked her? Angel opened her eyes wide in astonishment. “Where’s the pig? I’ll ask daddy to kill it.” Angel gestured as she exclaimed. She was salivating as she thought of the pork chop.

Jackson laughs. “I should feel offended, but considering a four-year-old beats me at a game of angry birds, you’re probably right not to trust me.” I can’t believe I got beat, repeatedly. “Imagine that, I knew you were crap at gaming Marcus, but I never thought I could say our son would whoop your erm butt.” I laugh, grateful he didn't say ass, it is only ass and while Katy sounded hilarious saying it, I doubt everyone would think of it as funny. We get ready and leave. Driving to the school the girls talk quietly, MJ sits looking out the windows.

It made a thin cut on Pigsy’s body that started to bleed. “Fat Pig, I will not allow you to act wildly here.” When Pigsy saw the cut in his hand with blood flowing out, he frowned. “Two strong fighters? Then, both of you should just die.” At this moment, Pigsy was obviously angered. He then took on the both of them without breaking a sweat. The sound of fighting echoed throughout the yard. Even though Pigsy was fat, he was still fast, and he had a good reaction time.

Porter randomly clicked into one video and played it, and within less than a minute into the video, Porter and Charlie grew so furious that their veins were bulging. Porter trembled in anger and cursed, “Mr. Wade... These scumbags... They all deserve to die miserably!”

Helene and Vivian’s faces went pale, their eyes widening in disbelief. I continued, my voice steady but cutting deeper. “I mean, insects like cockroaches or mosquitoes. Yes, that’s what you are. Since you both treat that piece of shit like a trophy, you’re probably insects too. No… a maggot that likes crawling into rotten things. No, an animal will suit you both better.” I paused, letting the words hang in the air before delivering the final blow, my lips curving into a cold smile. “A pig. Yes, you both — I mean, you three — carry the traits of a bush-stinking pig.”

I’d expected her to be angry. “When I asked… Sir Angry Bird…” I tried not to laugh. I’d told her not to call Marcus “Daddy,” so she could give him another name. Angel came up with “Sir Angry Bird.” “Sir Angry Bird chose, me, his families, aunties, friends, maids, servants…before Mommy. I think Mommy heard it and cried about it. It made her really really sad. That’s why I’m happy. I know you love me but hoosing Mommy first makes me happier.”

I will definately teach him how can someone live themself. "Hmm promise" i replied Immediately he Hugged me with his both hands. Damn i Missed his hug so much, I hugged him back locking him my arms. "Don't get always so mad you have to control your anger my Angry Bird. I'm scared of your anger" Listening me , he break the hug "Seriousally" he asked. In shock "Obviously look at yourself in mirror. Damn you looks so scary in angry like vampire" i explained with action "Idiot" he hold his guitar back.

But this man was crossing his limit which made mine cross as well. This is gonna be one freaking war between two angry birds.. We'll see who is gonna win anyways.. "Yeah exactly...." his eyes blazed intensely as he fumed with rage. His grip on my wrist tightened with his each word that he spat out. "My boarding pass and passport were misplaced, the time you collided with me. So who should be the one to be laid the sole blame for?..." "It's... It's not my fault... It should be yours, mister. You must have been careful about your things when you walk on...." I said without caring, but with my bl**dy anger..

"You love it more. Come on let's see the next game." I blinked at him and smiled a genuine smile, taking his hand in mine. He gave a squeeze, a faint blush creeping on his cheeks as he pulled me towards the next stall. I felt my heart go into an overdrive. They next game was crazy birds, it was pretty much like the angry birds. The colorful blocks were stuck to each other lightly with 8 stuffed birds on it. The participants would get 4 chances to throw balls and knockdown all the blocks so that the birds are lying on the table and not on the blocks. Unless at least 3 birds are left on the blocks, no prize would be given. I heard a guy screaming in frustration as the fourth bird fell on the b